So Annabella destroys her
Doll, her beloved toy boy
And takes all the notes that she made
And packs them away
Thus Annabella vows that she
Won?t tell a soul and stay lonely
Defeated now she sadly
Creeps back to her lab
Thus friends we bid adieu to
The 1st generation, but don?t move
We?ve 3 more Acts to get through
So come let?s ensue
The future beckons and won?t wait
The next generation?s on its way
Dead things and broken love stories
For us await